#sinbad headcannons

I decided just to do Sinbad since he really inspired me for this ask. As well as this since I’m slowly getting back into the fandom and my laptop broke it’s just so much easier!

Sorry for keeping you waiting @mori1284 hope it’s okay!

Okay so Sinbad was scared when it was one baby

The moment you told him you were pregnant he was cradling himself on the floor

He was going to be a DAD

It took him a day or two to come around to the idea of it but at the end of the day the thought of you and him with a little bundle of joy was starting to look kind of perfect

Thus when the baby bump was big enough to be examined by Yamrahia he was ecstatic!

Unfortunately he had to catch up with work. He could only use you as an excuse to Ja’far for so long...

“Okay be careful in there! Make sure you tell me everything she says when you come to visit me!”

Leans down to baby bump

“Be good for mommy my sweet~ whose a little cutie~ you are! yes you are!” “Sin people are staring...”

Both go your separate ways and Sinbad is restless

He hopes everything goes okay

Ja’far slaps him round the head since he’s staring into space like a dork so the king just pouts and gets on with his paper work

When there’s a knock on the door and you step into the room Sinbad is grinning ear to ear and practically throws his work all over the floor

Ja’far will kill him later

His grin drops as the look on your face

“What’s wrong? Is the baby okay?”

“Yes. The babies are okay...”

“....twins?”

“Nope.”

Turns out Ja’far dosent have to kill Sinbad because he’s laying on the floor like a dead man already

His misfortune makes Ja’far so happy

Takes him around a week to process the fact he has two more babies on the way

His reaction is enough to worry you and so the eight generals get involved since, well, you’re an emotional pregnant woman who they can hear crying and stressing out thanks to her husband

Pisti and Sharrkan try coaxing him out with drinks

Dosent work

Hinahoho and Spartos try talking sense to him

Dosent work

Yamrahia and Drakon pretend like there’s a war!

Dosent work

So Masrur breaks the door down and Ja’far drags him to your bedside

He noticed how upset you are

Then noticed how fat you are

Suddenly he’s not scared

He’s excited

After all, it’s going to be you, him and three bundles of joy

From then on Sinbad treats you like more of a Queen that what he did before hand

He does everything for you and makes sure somebody is with you at all times

Whatever you’re craving he will make sure that the servants cook it for you

Buys you comfier clothes so you’re cooler in the hot sun of sindria

Foot rubs? You got it

Warm baths? He’ll run it for you!

After he has his initial breakdown, Sinbad is the best person to have by your side when you’re pregnant with his three children!

“Sinbadddd—“ There is a soft whine coming from the bathroom, the fourth one of today but the king doesn’t even flinch. Instead, he follows the uncomfortable sound of your voice and pops his head into the lavish room attached to your shared sleeping quarters. “—it won’t go away.”

“Morning sickness won’t go away just like that, my queen.” His reminder of how pregnancy works make you scoff though in an instant you regret the action, as the sudden pressure to your throat makes you cough up more bile.

“This sucks. I hate you. Why did you do this to my body?” In response all you get is a chuckle and soft relaxing strokes to your back. The triplets in your stomach make your belly stick out like a sore thumb. It’s swollen, stretched and ready to pop. Having to carry it around makes your back ache like never before and all of this combined sends your hormones raging. It takes a few minuets for your vomiting to calm down and once it does you’re a whimpering mess on the floor, looking up to your husband who tenderly strokes your cheek. “It’s not fair.”

“I know.” Hums Sinbad in response. “Let’s lay you down. It’ll all be over soon and then the suffering will be both of our responsibilities.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Both of you you share an amused smile, basking in each other’s presence before sinbad breaks up the moment by standing. He offers his hand to you and you take it, swiftly being pulled up onto your feet. “Careful Sinbad.” The warning that leaves your lips falls on death ears. The King is to busy moving a hand to your belly, stroking it in circles. In response, there is a kick and you hiss at him playfully. “See? The babies agree. You need to treat me with more respect.”

“More respect?” Faking innocence, Sinbad moves to stand behind his queen, arms circling around her form. “The babies kick at me because they’re excited to see me. They know their daddy.” It warms your heart to see Sinbad so smitten. It wasn’t to long ago he was a blubbering mess in his office, but now he seemed to realise how joyous this occasion truly was. “Want me to carry you into bed? I can bring you some grapes and water too?”

“Only if you’ll stay with me?” The answer to your question is one arm under your knees and Sinbad moving your arm around his neck. He swoops you up bridal style, carrying you to your shared bed before laying you down as gently as he possibly can.

Summary: Moving to Tison village was never a noble girls dream, neither was meeting a young boy with both a passion for adventure and a talent  at drawing people in. You thought the beginning of your life had ended long ago, but truth be told it starts here, and it starts now

Warnings: Mentions of war

“So come all you pretty maids, whoever that you be, who love a jolly sailor bold, that ploughs the raging sea.”

Chapter: Three

Volume 1 Chapter 4 : Precious lessons

Behind Sinbad the greenery swished in the salty breeze, beneath your very feet the grass sprouted upwards to caress your soft skin and above your head not a single cloud was left adrift in the sky. It was just you and Sinbad alone in the woods. The moment could have been sweet, almost romantic even if it wasn’t for only having met this boy yesterday and now having in short been kidnapped by him. With your arms crossed angrily over your chest, you waited for his answer. Sinbad the Sailor was not the most pleasant boy to be around after all. Despite his charms and obvious friendships with the villagers, he was cocky and had no respect. Not only did he steal you away from your friend and take you somewhere you had no knowledge of, but he also had the audacity to carry you through Tison like a sack of potatoes. The nerve on him.

“Well then Sinbad?” The purple haired male simply brushed off your question, instead pulling out the marine book you’d found this morning. 

“I think you’ve came to the right village if you like fish.” Said Sinbad, holding the book out to you with his arm extended. Never once did the smile leave his face, and you wondered just how happy someone could possibly be living in a dump like this. The only two places you could consider being for more then a couple minuets was your house and the docks. “I know a thing or two about fish if you want me to show you?” Even though his words sounded to have a hidden innuendo, his tone stayed innocent.

“You want to show me a thing or two about fish?”

“I know it’s probably not something you do back at your little castle.” Teased Sinbad. “But-” Sinbad motioned over to two fishing rods placed daintily by the lake. “You look like you could learn a thing or two about hard work.”

You were quiet for a few seconds, before in pure determination you rolled up the sleeves of your dress up to your elbows and stuck out your tongue in a childish manner. “Well you look like you could learn a thing or two about a bath.” Turning quick a giggle left your lips as you heard Sinbad call from behind you “baths are over rated!” as you strolled down to the lake, Sinbad could be heard following not to far behind. You pondered to yourself on why you decided to stay for so long. Yes he may have made you feel safe, but Strous could do that too. Maybe never having met somebody like Sinbad before drawn you to him. Everything about him seemed so genuine. He seemed like the kind of person that would go out of his way to work for what he wanted. You hardly knew what you wanted. It seemed like such a waste of all your education.

Grabbing the well made wood of the larger fishing pole, you sent a wondering look to Sinbad. “So. How does this work? Do I just throw it in?” Your answer was a large pile of worms being lifted up by the Sailor.

“Watch and learn from the best Miss Bedivere.”

“I am not touching them.”

An hour or so had passed, and in that very hour both you and Sinbad had discovered; you sucked at fishing. Not only did you refuse to touch any worms or bugs but you couldn't throw the hook properly into the water and ended up either hitting yourself or Sinbad, and as well as that when you did catch a fish, you started crying and threw it back into the water. Sinbad had a great time making fun of you despite all this.

“It’s okay Miss Bedivere I’m certain the fish is grateful you damaged me more then you damaged it.”

“Well I’m certainly grateful.” You shot back in frustration. Why did you agree to do this? All it did was give Sinbad something to hold against you for the rest of your miserable life here in Tison village. Plopping down onto the grass next to the river, you let out a yawn upon realizing it was the afternoon, and you had probably woken up to soon for your own good after having to wake up especially early the day before, in order to move house. With a jolly laugh at your previous statement, Sinbad sat down beside you. His golden eyes moved to look at you, to find out what you were all about. Surely, he thought to himself, a girl like that has more interests besides fish. Just as he finished thinking to himself, he noted a small pen peeking out from a satchel around your waist, and instinctively his hand moved towards it. Upon noticing this, you grabbed his wrist, sending him an accusing look. “Watch your hands.” He smiled.

“What’s in there?”

“Nothing.”

“Touchy.” He once again teased you. “But if it was nothing then you wouldn’t be looking so flustered now would you? I just want a look.” Sinbad moved his other hand to try to grab the satchel, looking dis-heartened when you once again grabbed it with your other hand. “Oww come on Miss Bedivere. Don’t play hard to get let me see!”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” In an instant Sinbad had crawled rather childishly onto your back and pinned your wrists above your head, leaving you eating a face full of dirt with your legs wildly kicking. It was nothing like the romance books you had read, it was an act of pure discomfort and recklessness. One that your dress would suffer from. You could feel his hand quickly snake to the satchel, pulling out exactly what you didn’t want him to get - your drawing book. The sailor hopped off of you as quickly as he over powered you, and then sprinted away to stand in the river, where he knew you wouldn’t dare to enter. “Sinbad please don’t look!” Begging didn’t sound right at all in your voice, and it displeased you to have to beg someone like Sinbad. From studying his face afterwards, you could see he felt conflicted in his thought’s whether to tease you for it or not, but instead he left it, and flicked through your work. Much to your relief, he seemed impressed by the majority of them, commenting by saying ‘this is really good’ or ‘I’ve never seen this before. This was in your mind the whole time?’ Though at one drawing specifically, his face fell, and his lips drew into a thin line. “Is that one not to your liking?” This time, you were disappointed, though the feeling soon shifted to one of uneasiness as he began to approach you, his eyes looking shifty.

Being a woman, who you believed of dominance, you stood your ground until the two of you were face to face beside the river, the wind now having picked up, creating small crashing waves on the ground. Using both hands, Sinbad lifted up the book in front of your face to reveal an image of a soldier in the midst battle, around him, stood many smiling faces, and trinkets of gold. “Does the shading displease you?”

“This isn’t a joke.” He cut in. “Is this what you think war brings? Happiness? Honour? Glory?”

“War does bring all of those things. And more.” You argued back. “Do you think my father got into his position slacking around like you and the rest of the village? Because of his bravery, he has been bestowed with eternal glory.” At that, Sinbads face contorted, and he looked as though he was going to be sick.

“Nothing is eternal about war Miss Bedivere.” Sinbad spat out your name, similar to what you did when the two of you had first met. “I thought someone with an education like yours would have known that.” There was a witty way around this, and you had many things to say in reply to this ignorant sailor before you; But his eyes, they were filled with so much rage and sadness you didn’t want to. Instead, you just snatched your book out of his hands.

“If you were going to behave so horribly then why did you bring me out here in the first place?” A silence settled upon the two of you. For a moment, Sinbad thought, before he replied.

“I wanted to warn you.” He began. “Me and the villagers don’t want you or your mother around, and if either of you have any sense then I’d suggest you tell your father you're all going elsewhere before he arrives.” Out of instinct your blood ran cold, and a shiver ran down your spine. Nothing was more terrifying then a back handed threat from people you were certain didn't like you or what your family stood for. After that, things between you and Sinbad suddenly weren’t as pleasant anymore.

Finding your way back to the village was difficult. You and Sinbad split up as soon as the hateful tension between the both of you arose. Fortunately, you ran into the exact person you needed, or better put, the exact person you wanted. 

“My lady!” Strous yelled, running up to you quickly. His face was pale, and you knew he had not returned home upon being to scared to face your mother and his mentor about losing you. “Are you okay? What happened?” His hand moved to touch your cheek, and he took in your whole appearance. Your eyes were dull, glazed with emotions he couldn't fully process, your hair sticking out in all directions, and your dress smudged in mud. “I swear if he so much as hurt you-”

Requested by : Anon xxx

“Can I have a scenario with Sinbad waking up his fem s/o with oral?”

Waking up in the morning is always the worst part of anybody’s day. The thought that you have to open your eyes, and actually move. It’s so much better knowing you can lay back and relax without a care in the world. No need to face any responsibilities. Sometimes you like to think that’s how Masrur feels. But you, unlike the strong fanalis, cant sneak away from troubles that may face you by going into the forest and napping. It would seem absurd for a Queen to do something so care free. The king however, seems to be able to get away with murder. He can strip, flirt and lay bare for all the world to see and all he gets is a lashing from Ja’far. On second thoughts, maybe that is punishment enough…Fortunately for you, today is your day off. A day to rest your sore muscles and eyelids.

Beneath your body, the mattress allows you to sink into it. The soft edges happily encasing you into a world of pure bliss. However, the silk sheet that hugs the top of your body shifts, causing you to groan and lightly swat the fleeting figure beside you. If he has to get up the least he can do is be careful about it. You note how his movements are different, but don’t think anything of it until two hands grasp your ankles and slowly begin to spread your legs, a long mop of hair tickling your knees. Panic rushes through your body as you sit upwards, eyes open wide and blood shot. You cannot see your mysterious husband, but his predatory purrs can be heard beneath the sheets. Moments like this you wish you didn’t comply to his wishes and sleep in the nude with him.

“Sinbad! This is very inappropriate-” Sinbads hands tighten around your ankles, not enough to hurt you, but enough to keep you in place as his tongue slides gently across your folds, causing a soft stream of moans and whimpers to exit your mouth. How long has it been? Days weeks? The thought of the king pleasuring you causes your eyes to roll backwards in satisfaction, and your back to once again meets the mattress. He knows what hes doing, he’s the lady killer of the seven seas.

Requested by : Anon xxx

“How would Sinbad, Kouen and Ja’far be with an s/o who is independent and love’s fighting.”

“It is not love that has brought us together but something more. Perhaps, it is the desire for a true challenge?” The Goatee king himself adores his s/o’s love for fighting and skill on the battle field. He finds it refreshing - enlightening even - that someone can be so justified in finding joy in such brutal acts much like himself. Kouen will arrange for the two to have one on one battles and spars, training in every type of martial arts possible in order for them to become a worthy paring, fit to fight even the most powerful of Djinns. Kouen is also very proud his s/o is independent. It gives him more time to seek out his duties and fulfill them while knowing in his head that his s/o is able to look after themselves. Its very fortunate for him, and they will most likely be his perfect match.

Requested by : Anon xxx

“How would Sinbad, Kouen and Ja’far be with an s/o who is independent and love’s fighting.”

“The fact you can defend yourself is great. But can you please for love of all that’s not Sinbad. Stop sweating all over my paper work?!” In all honesty, Ja’far finds both negative’s and positives in being both independent and having passion for battle. First of all, having a love for fighting means a love for battle which means a love for training. Training is distracting for his s/o since its so physical, and Ja’far would prefer if they stayed more focused on the work he was giving them. Besides, he hates the fact that a love for fighting can lead to a love for causing fights, a problem he use to have when he was younger. However, it does mean their able to fend for themselves which puts his mind at ease. Being independent, Ja’far can only find one flaw. Sometimes his s/o skips out on work to do their own thing. Apart from that, he loves the fact his s/o does their own thing.

Requested by : Anon xxx

“How would Sinbad, Kouen and Ja’far be with an s/o who is independent and love’s fighting.”

(also got:  I was wondering if u could do some dating sinbad hcs ;w;)

He’s super clingy, he wants to be touching you somehow (hands on your hips, hands, back etc) Sinbad loves touching you!

Sinbad still flirts with other women a bit just do it back and he’ll be a big jealous boi; probably even more clingy

Whenever he comes back from going somewhere he hates leaving you for a second

Super protective of you, anytime there is another king or royalty visiting he makes sure to have your guards near you at all times uwu

Sinbad has a lot of stamina so you have some fun nights ahead of you asdlfkjd